I let his fingers slip between my lips and taste myself once again. "This is what you will do with me" he whispered looking at my lips. "You will wrap your lips around it" I followed his instructions and wrapped my lips around his two fingers. I looked at his eyes and I immediately found his gaze which was torn between my lips and eyes. He inhaled again before continuing speaking. "You will slowly lick and suck it" he winked with a grin. "And you will try your best to fully take me in your mouth like this" he said, pushing his fingers even more inside my mouth. He grabbed my chin with his free hand. "Isn't that right, Rea? You will try to take me all?" He slowly asked and I nodded bringing my own fingers to my clit, trying to touch it the same way he did. He looked down to what I was doing and grinned. "Good girl, but I will continue with that" he told me, removing his fingers from my mouth and grabbing my wrist to stop me. *** Finding a wounded man in the middle of the wood was the last thing Rea had imagined to see during her stroll. She had never thought her innocent gesture of rescuing and healing him would have turned her life upside down. He claimed her as his mate. A ruthless predator that enjoyed the kill and shedding blood around for his own purpose. He was part of a species her whole family told her to stay away from. Werewolves. And she discovered soon how she was mated to one of the strongest one. Callendon. Her personal nightmare. MATURE CONTENT - ONLY 18 + FOR MATURE AUDIENCE

I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad

"Oh, little crybaby, you don't know what you're asking me for," Gabriel spoke darkly. His gazed shifted, boring into me as his breath mingled with mine. "You sit here in your little school uniform with a damn cross hanging from your neck...," he paused, his eyes narrowing as they burned through me. "Not even understanding what you're asking me while your daddy sits at home wondering why his little girl isn't back yet. I don't fuck little girls." I choked out a sob, his fingers flexing around my throat "Run, piagnona," he warned lowly, "Run as fast as you can and pray I don't catch you again cause I can promise that I won't deny myself the pleasure of ruining you a second time." ------------------ A story in which a catholic school girl becomes obsessed with the walking devil reincarnate - an Italian mob boss who loves the idea of ruining her just a little too much. Clementine wants nothing more than to be good, but his temptation is just so sweet. Gabriel wouldn't usually be so captivated by a little church girl, but who was he to deny himself the pleasure? FMC IS OF AGE!

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

⚠️ MATURE STORY⚠️ "Now, why is a little girl getting involved in the devil's playing field. Didn't daddy ever tell you not to play with the big boys. But now that I'm here, you have nothing to fear. Except for when you disobey me. Got it?" I whispered into her ear as I forced her down on my lap. Her small lips parted open as she let out an audible gasp as my hands ran over her slim waist. Abandoned by a selfish society, Arabella shuts the world out to focus on bettering her future only to capture the eyes of some of most dangerous men. Her paths are about to become entwined by 2 powerful men both from different walks of life, but both with a deadly obsession with the naive little girl lost in a man's world of business. And little did she know that she became theirs the moment their eyes found hers. Warning ⚠️ this story contains bad language, sexual content, violence and drug use.

❝Book 3 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series His hand comes down hard on my ass─𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱─then squeezes the flesh firmly, fingers digging in before releasing, the rhythm matching every sharp snap of his hips behind me. He leans forward over me, one hand braced beside mine on the counter, boxing me in. The other slides down from my waist to my hips, gripping and shifting me slightly, tilting me until I'm angled exactly how he wants. "You like this position, don't you?" He mutters roughly, adjusting me again, yanking my hips back into him so every thrust lands deeper and harder. "I like when you take control." I breathe, my voice shaky with heat. He smirks against my shoulder, giving a sharper thrust that drives straight into my core. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who's setting the pace. "You say that like I ever don't." He mutters, voice rough. ❞ *** After surviving the storms that nearly tore them apart, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 and 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 finally have what they've always wanted─each other, a home filled with love and the sweet sound of their baby boy's giggles. But real happiness takes work. Being a family means figuring out how to balance love, parenthood, and all the little (and big) challenges that come with it. As they adjust to this new life, Paris and Luciano are still learning what forever really looks like and what it takes to grow together, not just as a couple, but as a team. And when life throws in a few surprises, they'll have to lean on each other more than ever. This is their happy ending and the sweetest new beginning. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: September 21-25 𝐄𝐍𝐃: ... ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

|18+| ❝Please...❞ I whimper. I don't even know if I'm begging him to stop or continue. ❝You asked for this.❞ He grunts, filling me up in one hard thrust, his hand flexing on my neck. ❝So be a good girl and see how deep I am.❞ ━━━━━━━ Lucy is the perfect example of sunshine and warmth. Rafaelle is the perfect example of gloominess and iciness. A professor and a student. Complete opposites. But it's common knowledge that opposites attract. ━━━━━━━ She traces my tattooed covered scar, a small smile on her lips. "I love this particular tattoo." Lucy compliments, lifting her head to look up at me. "That tattoo is older than you darling." ━━━━━━━ grumpy × sunshine trope has never been so good. (book three of the Blackwell series but can be read as a stand alone)

After years of pining for the man she let go, Hailey is reeling as he crashes back into her life. She'd be a fool to let herself get burned again - but who doesn't like a little fire? ♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥ Thank you so much for your interest in my story! If you enjoy what you read here, please consider checking out the previous novel, "In His Bed" or my other projects, "The Fling" and "His Hidden Desire"! Also, I will be writing this so that it can be read as a stand-alone, but it is a sequel to my book "In His Bed" - if you would like to get a fuller picture of the backstory between these characters, you might want to give that a read!

All it took was one moment for everything to change. One moment and three dangerous men who emanated equal parts pleasure and pain. Following her father's disappearance, Madelyn Adams takes her travels to New York in pursuit of an unlikely yet desperately needed lead. However, when she soon finds herself witness to murder, everything becomes so much more complex. A "gunshot to the head" was what she relayed to responding officers, yet after a suspiciously brief investigation, results concluded not a single trace of evidence to support the committing of any crime, let alone one as messy as the casualty Madelyn described. No blood, no fingerprints. It was almost as though it never happened. Almost. If it weren't for the lingering memory of that low voice in her ear or the caress of his gloved hands on her body, she would've thought she'd hallucinated. Taken together, that should have been the most complicated part, but it wasn't. Instead, it was the three dangerous men who covered it up and caught interest in her in the process. ____ "I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize this sweetheart, but you belong to us." He says, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes meet mine. "You're ours to fuck, ours to love, and ours to claim in any way we want, isn't that right Madelyn?" "Mmm, yes Sir." "Well it seems to me like you need a reminder." He growls into my ear, before flipping my body to face him. "Now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to taste what a needy little mess my words have made you." ____ Theirs to Claim is a full length, reverse harem novel with material that may be difficult for some readers. This book ends on a cliffhanger and is recommended for 18+.

Book 3 of New York series (Does not need to be read as a series) His hand travelled further up my thigh causing my skirt to move along with it. I bit my lip even harder. "Now Adalyn ,if I do this, there's no escaping me. You're mine after. No one else. Only mine. Meaning no other man or woman will ever touch you like I do. Never. Only me. Do you understand?" I brought my eyes up to his and nodded my head. He squeezed my upper thigh and I let my lip go to gasp. "Use your words my sweet girl. Do you understand?" My breaths came out hard and heavy. My chest heaved up and down rapidly. "I understand Axel. I understand." His smirk deepened. A loud moan escaped my mouth and I arched my back off the bed at the feeling of his warm hand suddenly cupping my flower. "Good girl. My good girl." He huskily whispered in my ear. ****** A shy, harmless girl with a deep past meets a man she doesn't recognise. The pull she feels towards him is indescribable. A well-known, ruthless CEO that has had a life of gold casts his eyes on a girl that instantly enraptures his attention. #32 business #13 soft #46 cute #443 love #1 quiet #3 kinky #1 soulmates #2 shy #3 beautiful Cover made by @AnonymousssN